And The Story Goes ...
... is an ongoing episodic work of dramatic fiction. The stories focus on lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgendered characters as they go through life.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
And The Story Goes ... Episode XIII
“Where is he? He should be here by now. Maybe something
happened; how come he’s still not here? What’s with all of this waiting?”
Jennifer interrogates, escalating her tone with each question.
Advancing towards Jennifer consolingly, Karen pats her shoulder
and assures, “Calm down love, David is on his way. I’m sure nothing has
happened. We haven’t been waiting long. Remember, he and Brad were at the gym;
they probably had to shower. He’ll be here soon dear, okay?”
I wanna say okay but it’s not okay, what’s
taking so long? I wasn’t even sure I wanted to tell David but now that Karen’s
convinced me to tell him, he’s taking forever to get here. “This waiting is
killing me girl. I wish he already knew then I wouldn’t have to tell him. I
don’t want to tell him Karen, maybe I should just take him with me to my next
appointment with the doctor.” Jennifer offers.
“Taking David to your next appointment is a great idea;
that way he can ask questions which will help him help you. What are you so
afraid of?” Karen cross-examines while
occupying the closest chair.
“Everything and nothing—something and a little bit. I
can’t explain it; I know it sounds crazy to you but I don’t feel it will go
well.”
“Why wouldn’t it? He’s probably gonna be crushed when he
finds out your diagnosis; and hurt that he wasn’t the first to know. Frankly,
I’m shocked that you’ve told me before him.” Seeing Jennifer’s face sadden,
prompts Karen’s reassurance, “No judgment dear, I said I was surprised not that
I thought it was wrong. It’s your body and you have to do what is okay with
you; I ‘m here for you all the way sweetie.”
“Thank you; that means so much right now. I just wish he
would come already.”
“He’s coming; he’s coming, now let’s talk about
something that won’t have you watching the door. How would you like to have a
little girl just like you?” Karen puts forth.
“A little girl would be nice, just not like me”,
Jennifer decides.
“Why; were you a hellion growing up?”
Jennifer smirks, “Not really, but I do remember how I
used to think and that was a problem; my luck, my daughter would be inquisitive
and rebellious—I’ll pass.”
“Revolution is natural, we all go through that.” Karen
reasons.
“Talk about looking on the bright side, I say rebellion
and you say revolution, you’d of been perfect as a parent for me and my friends
growing up.” Jennifer remarks then looks down to the floor.
“What is it Jen?” Karen examines not expecting an answer
and moving out of her chair to kneel alongside. “I guess I’m fired from the
cheer up committee,” she chides hoping to elicit a glimpse of positive emotion.
Taking Karen’s hand and bringing it to her face,
Jennifer sighs, “Why can’t it be this easy with him?”
“Because we’re women dear heart; we share a bond. We
connect and understand in ways different from our male counterparts. Not that
they’re less, because they aren’t; I think it’s the same with them too.” Karen
assures trying to ignore the voices in her mind.
“If that’s the case, maybe that’s why that drunk woman
said David was hooked up with a man back when he was in college.” Jennifer
surmises.
“That makes more sense to me. Like I said before, I
can’t see David with a guy. He’s a man’s man.” Karen confirms unaware she is
suggestively gazing into Jennifer’s eyes.
“Wow Karen, you have the cutest eyes. No cute isn’t the
right word. They are so bright and look like the work of an artist. I bet you
always hear about them.” Jennifer compliments while surges fire through Karen’s
body. On autopilot, devoid of guilt, decorum and protocol, Karen thanks
Jennifer for the accolade moving to stand behind Jennifer positioning herself
to give a massage.
“You seem tense Jen.” Karen assesses softly working both
shoulders.
“I am; you know I am.” Jen agrees unfastening the first
few buttons of her blue polo shirt allowing Karen to touch her skin. Zoning on
a higher net, Karen breathes deeply taking in the aroma. She’s reminded of the
many scents carried by Victoria’s Secret then wonders, does Jen go to VS? I bet she would look good in just her underwear. I
wish she’d take her shirt off; of course she’s only trying to make it easier
for me to massage her shoulders—nothing more. Ah her skin is so supple; she
must pamper herself regularly to keep it this soothing. I just want to turn her
around right now, grab her head and have her suck me off. It wouldn’t take long
at all; I bet she’s been with a woman at least once. Maybe I should ask her; oh
yeah Karen that’ll go over real well. It wouldn’t have to mean anything; she’s
not even my type. I just haven’t had a
woman in forever and I’m creaming. I want; dammit I need; this is agony
Karen professes to herself. Trying to dim the intoxication of lust, she almost
cries out but confers within, “Lord help me, this is your child Karen. Where
are you when I need you? If you don’t want me to do this, give me a sign.”
Severing Karen’s internal war, Jen chimes, “Yeah! Guess
who’s finally here? That’s the garage door opening. Oh my goodness, thank you, thank
you, David is finally home. Isn’t that wonderful? It’s about time isn’t it
girl? You are the best K! You told me he’d be here soon.”
Panties sticky and senses peaking at maximum, a world
wind of sane arrives; material, rational and irrational all convene—wanting to
scream, pout, cry yet thankful for Jennifer’s fog, Karen imparts, “Isn’t that
what friends are for? Thank you for trusting me enough to share something so
personal. I’m going to scoot so that you and David can talk. Remember to tell
him everything the doctor told you and be sure to call me if you need anything.
“
“I will sweetie.” Jennifer assures kissing Karen on the
cheek. “Oh and by the way, your hands are simply magical. You relaxed me and I
didn’t think that was possible; especially with everything that was going on.
You had me melting like butter. You’re gonna have to teach that to David.”
“Anytime love.” Karen calls exiting the front door
before David finishes parking in the garage. I’ve got to get outta here. I guess that was God’s sign that I asked
for—David getting home. Like the church always says, prayer changes things,
Karen reasons hurrying to her Honda Accord.
“You’re staying over there
tonight right?” Rob initiates hoping to disquiet Bishop’s easiness.
“Nah man, I’m leaving in
the next thirty.” Bishop informs.
“Yeah okay, she’s not
gonna like that.”
“She’ll be cool with it.
It’s not like that between us; we don’t want each other like that. Speak what
you know man.”
“Where you want to meet up
at?” Bishop injects, changing the subject.
“I’m telling ya, if you
slept with her, then it’s like that between y’all; you know how women are about
that type of thing.” Rob obsesses.
“Brah please drop it. She
and I know and that’s what matters. One sec man, lemme call you back after I
leave outta here.” Bishop responds hearing Andi approaching.
“Uh huh, that’s how it
starts.” Rob instigates.
“How would you know? Yeah,
that’s what I thought; I’ll hit you shortly.”
Bishop quips then turns around to see Andi’s smiling at him.
“You hungry? I can put
something together for you to take with you in a bag.” Andi mentions.
“What made you think I was
leaving? I didn’t say anything” Bishop guiltily renders, fearing Andi may have
heard what he and Rob were discussing.
“Oh it’s not that; it’s
just that my friend Devin will be coming over soon and it may be a bit awkward
if she sees you here. You know I wouldn’t care otherwise.”
Trying to prevent an all
out guffaw, Bishop chuckles about Rob’s concern that Andi would have a problem
with him leaving. “Not a problem; it should take me about ten minutes and then
I’ll be on my way.”
“Thanks Bishop, I have to
finish getting ready. Would you please let yourself out hon and we’ll talk
tomorrow right?” Andi leisurely poses
“Right,” Bishop affirms
figuring Devin is the next woman Andi is going to drive insane. Andi is a sure enough pill, but that head
she gives makes it all worth it.
*******
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Monday, July 5, 2010
And The Story Goes ... Episode XII
What! That was a
dumb question; hadn’t she just heard what I said. I must be in some alternate
universe. What is wrong with her? We’re never on opposing sides. How come she
couldn’t see it? Sophia considers remembering some of the accusations
launched by Gabriel. Since when are Gabby
and I so vehemently opposed? I thought she’d have my back on this. Well—maybe
not, it was Gabby who didn’t even want me to meet Kennedy. She felt I needed
more training on counseling a homosexual. I say, experience is the best
teacher. I want to help people that are looking to break free from the bondage
of being gay. To wait for more education would just be an excuse to not move to
action. Why would I do that when so many people want help? Even with clarifying
my position, Gabby still didn’t get it. Why was she being so stubborn? “I just wanted to help,” Sophia testifies expelling
a long sigh remembering the exchange between them that ended the palavering.
“I admire the passion with which you want to free the
mind of a troubled soul but I didn’t think Kennedy wanted any help. I thought
she was content in her decision to be gay. Did she want help Sophia?”
“Everyone wants help Gabriel.”
“Now see? That’s what I mean; instead of answering and
explaining to help me understand, you’re defending yourself. Why is that?”
Gabriel condescends.
“I’m not defending myself, why are you acting like
this?” Sophia exclaims.
“I guess I’m missing it sweetie. You’ve been ranting and
I still don’t know what the poor woman did that was so wrong. It sounds like
she didn’t have any idea why the two of you were meeting and yet she took it
like a champ. Yeah she debated with you, but even you said she was nice about
it. Forgive me for not getting it; to me you sound like you’re obsessing and I
would really like to know why,” Gabriel summates.
“Wow, I don’t know what to say; I’m speechless,” Sophia
manages as the lump rises in her throat.
“All evidence to the contrary.”
The silence was not golden as neither woman spoke for a
few seconds. Conceding her last statement bordered on nasty and clearly was
unnecessary, Gabriel offers, “I can see that you don’t like what happened with
Kennedy and since it seems like I’m not helping, I should probably let you go.
How about we talk a little later; okay sweetie?”
Not feeling okay and trying to douse the hurt burning
within her chest, Sophia agrees to the mutual retreat and the call expires. Kennedy’s the heathen but I get accused of
obsessing. Why do I get so upset anytime I think about her? Gabby’s right, she
was kind and seemed to accept that we both did not agree. I can’t believe she
was so well read in the scriptures; what was that about? If I didn’t know I’d
feel so embarrassed, I’d ask her more about some of the points she made. She
was fairly intelligent and her confidence made it even more overbearing. Maybe
that’s why she seemed so attractive. I can see why women cower to her but just
as they’d think she’s not in my best interest, she would act humble and then
they would give in to her. That’s gotta be a real head trip.
Now more subdued, venom securely sutured, Sophia rests
her head on the back of the large comfy chair. Her heart slows as relaxation
commands her eyes shut. Firmly closed, a movie begins on her lids; she and
Kennedy are in the room and Kennedy has to have her. Caught in the impulse,
Sophia slides her satiny hands down her ashy light brown thighs into her pastel
striped Hanes. Lubrication saturates the swelling middle as Sophia massages
between her lips. Rotating her hips forward, she widens her legs to allow her
hands to move faster. Giving in more, wanting to climb higher, Sophia slightly
lifts her legs, providing the gateway to more than a clitoral orgasm. Fondling
her opening with haste brings heavier breathing as the film continues. Kennedy
kisses Sophia’s calves and hamstrings while she lie there on her stomach
moistening the sheets with each touch from Kennedy’s lips. Impatient and wanting
more, Sophia elevates to all fours. Kennedy pauses and admires the buffet
awaiting her then uses her fingers to pull Sophia’s lips apart, and suckles.
First softly licking then accelerating to meet the speed at which Sophia was
pushing back to receive her tongue exploration, Kennedy holds Sophia’s thighs for
balance to keep from falling back. Inhibition’s absent as Sophia looks back and
motions for Kennedy to lie down. Before she could offer any further
instructions, Kennedy pulls Sophia atop her, sitting her just under her
breasts. Looking up into her eyes, Kennedy declares, “I wanted to make sure I
was in the position to follow your instructions to the letter. Now tell me General,
what am I to do?” Feeling secure and free, Sophia climbs onto Kennedy’s face,
and straddles right over her mouth. Using the headboard to support her weight
via her left hand, Sophia uses her right hand to open her swollen lips, advertising
her clit then glides it across Kennedy’s orifice. Carnality forces Sophia to
stuff Kennedy’s mouth with more goodness; every plunge hastening to a
convulsive climax. Thighs shaking, Sophia considers cessation to avoid an early
arrival. Out of compliance with that plan, Kennedy pulls her forward delving
deeper and faster with her tongue, hoping the onset of the explosion was less
than seconds away. The cinematography seeming live, Sophia cries out to
Kennedy, “Right there, Yes! Please don’t stop. Oh yeah, yeah, mm hmm, mm hmm,
sssss, oh! Yes! Oh! Ah!” Not disappointing, Kennedy engulfs her juices and
accepts the shock of every thrust to her estuary, granting Sophia complete release
and ending the screen play. Limp with REMs fast approaching, Sophia’s fatiguing
mind floods with questions, the most apparent one being, what the heck was that? She tries to search for an answer, but
sleep arrives first.
*******
Stay tuned and find out what happens
next, Monday, July 12th 2010. Have a beautiful day and stay hydrated!
Monday, June 28, 2010
And The Story Goes ... Episode XI
Please enjoy the
music while your party is being reached …
♪ I’m so excited and I just can’t hide it, I’m about to lose control and I think I like it. ♪
She’s probably at rehearsal or in the middle of practicing knowing Toni, Shaun thinks as the Pointer Sisters song diminuendos and the voice mail message begins. Ending the call, Shaun chortles remembering Andi’s words. Screw me? Huh, screw you b that mess was over before it started. Shoot, Andi was too everything; too much, too little, too mouthy, too extra, just to damn too. Hopefully she meant it when she hung up on me; God help, she won’t call back.
♪ I’m so excited and I just can’t hide it, I’m about to lose control and I think I like it. ♪
She’s probably at rehearsal or in the middle of practicing knowing Toni, Shaun thinks as the Pointer Sisters song diminuendos and the voice mail message begins. Ending the call, Shaun chortles remembering Andi’s words. Screw me? Huh, screw you b that mess was over before it started. Shoot, Andi was too everything; too much, too little, too mouthy, too extra, just to damn too. Hopefully she meant it when she hung up on me; God help, she won’t call back.
*******
“You don’t ever have time for me anymore. What’s got you
so busy?” Andi mocks as though Karen couldn’t possibly have anything else to do
but answer her solicits for attention.
“Life girl; I
can’t really talk right now.”
Can she get over herself? She’s not the only
one with a life ya know. She’s so selfish; it’s always I gotta this and I gotta
that. Why do I even bother? “You’re not the only one with a life. There’s a
lot going on with me right now.”
“I know sweetie
and I’m sorry but this isn’t a good time. I’ll call you a little later okay?”
Karen gently suggests. I hope she isn’t
about to snap off. Lord knows it’s just like Andi to trip out because I have to
take care of something other than what she deems is important. The last thing I
need is to hear her nonsense while I’m trying to sit here and help Jen. She’s
trying to deal with cancer and lies about her husband. I still can’t believe
someone told her David is a homo; that’s not even possible. Women can be so
catty, probably some tramp that wants to screw David. There is no effing way
David is into dudes. Well she did say it was back when he was in school. People
do get wild when they leave home, I should know. Yeah, I’m sure he got wild; he
was an athlete and frat boy after all. I bet he had women all over, I know Brad
did and they were best friends. Come to think of it, I wonder what Brad would
say about David and men; he would fall out laughing I’m sure. Hmmm I wonder; I
just might have to tell him the rumors on ol’ Dave.
“Hello, hello
Karen, are you there? I don’t believe this. Hello Karen, if you can hear me, I
can’t hear you. Are you there?” Did she
hang up? Andi muses just as Karen unpremeditatedly reacts, “I’m here Andi,
but I don’t have a good signal. I’ll catch up with you tonight. Talk to you
then girl.”
“Talk to me then?
Talk to me when?” Andi quizzes not immediately discerning that Karen is no longer on
the other end. What a crock; she’s always too busy for little old me. With friends
like her, you don’t need enemies. I should call Devin, she always has time for
me.
*******
“What was that you were saying? Care
to repeat your accusations? I think you were lecturing me on the pitfalls of
jealousy when Karen called me and then you decided to act it out. Admit it
David, I’m not the only one who gets jealous and we both know why.” Brad states
raising his left eyebrow suggestively.
Ignoring
the obvious overtones, David snaps defensively, “I don’t think inquiring about
the reason Karen would need to contact you yet again, when she’s knows we’re
playing racquetball constitutes invidiousness. Face it Brad; this is about you
not wanting to be the only one green with envy.”
Here comes the human thesaurus; why can’t he
just say jealousy. Isn’t that what normal people say? Not him, he has to say
invidiousness. That’s my David; man I love him. “When I think of green, I
think of Go, not envy; and knowing what I know you should too babe. Now drop
the attitude and stop wasting time; you’re gonna have your hands full soon
enough. Or maybe you should drop something else, how ‘bout that?”
“Do
you ever get enough?” David scoffs.
“No
and neither do you. C’mon let’s go to the showers. I got something for you to
suck on. I think I see a green light and it’s getting brighter; here take a
look.” Brad demands pointing to his member.
Wanting
to resist but feeling his own “green light” David follows behind Brad, who turns
leaving the court, eagerly anticipating what was about to become. He knows how to get me going. Damn I’m so
weak for him.
Nodding
his head then glancing back to the accompanying David, Brad looks around to ensure
there are no observers. Still walking, he reaches into David shorts, reacquaints
with his favorite and whispers “I wanna taste and be tasted.” Feeling a tinge
of guilt, he rethinks his decision to not tell David what Karen said. I should’ve told him Jen wants him home but
our time keeps getting cut. I will after we shower; we deserve some time
together. Ever since that damn accident things have gotten even more strained.
He’ll understand, it’s not like she’s dying, she can wait this once; I always
do.
*******
Ah man, I missed Shaun’s call. I hope she
wants to hang out tonight. I knew I should’ve left earlier. I would’ve if Lyric
had of stop talking; how many times are you gonna want to reread the doggone
lines at rehearsal. She needs to do that crap at home – she’s carrying on like
a headliner. You’re an understudy for goodness sakes. Let me hurry up and call
her back, we’ve been having so much fun lately Toni appraises selecting
Shaun’s mobile number, unaware of Lyric approaching on her left.
“You didn’t ride
your bike tonight? I usually see your helmet riding into the sunset when I come
out,” Lyric teases.
“Not tonight, it’s
too humid. I’d be a sweaty mess.” Toni explains.
“It has been quite
hot lately. It feels like July.”
“It is July Lyric.
You might need to get yourself some rest girl; we’ve been going at it hard.”
Toni declares trying to move the conversation along so she can return Shaun’s
call.
“That’s fer sure;
you headed home?” Lyric quizzes noticing a look of surprise on Toni’s face.
What the heck? Why is she asking that? She
want a ride or something? “Well I’m not sure. I was hoping to catch up with
a friend of mine.”
“Is it the girl
who comes and waits for you at rehearsal sometimes? I don’t mean to be nosy,”
Lyric justifies.
But you are being nosy. “What girl?”
Toni asks not wanting to say yes.
“The one whose car
you sit in sometimes. Y’all seem like good friends.”
What is she doing; watching me with binocs
when I leave? Toni leaves with girl, full story at 11. “Oh yeah, we’re good
friends.” Toni assures
Hmmm she didn’t answer my question. I know
she heard it. Maybe she’s just guarded. I should just come out with it. What’s
the worst that can happen huh? “I asked because I want to go out with you
and didn’t wanna disrespect anything you all may have. Are you available to
grab a bite? Lyric invites.
“I’m sorry, I
didn’t really hear you. The music from that truck over there drowned you out.
What did you say?” Toni asks trying to compile an acceptable response to
Lyric’s invitation.
Skeptical but accepting
the plausibility, Lyric repeats, “Do you wanna grab something to eat? I asked
about your friend because I’m very interested in getting to know more about you
outside of work.” I bet she’s gonna end
up asking about Scott.
“Going out would
be good; tonight wouldn’t be the best night though. If I’d known, I would’ve
brought a change of clothes; how about later this week?”
“Sure; what’s your
number so I can text you mine?” Lyric explains.
“Cool; I have a
quick question Lyric and I’m not trying to judge. Your business is your
business. There’s a guy that’s with you almost all of the time, is he your
brother?”
Laughing, Lyric
clarifies, Scott is not my brother although he’s around like one. We tried to
go out back in high school and have been friends ever since. Don’t get me
wrong, I do date guys just not that guy.”
“Yes mam;
card-carrying and proud”, Lyric announces confidently. “I bet you’re not used
to hearing that response.”
“No I’m not; I’m
pretty sure that was the first,” Toni confirms looking forward to what Lyric
was about to say next.
“I think the
definition of bisexual has become mucked up. It has become a symbol for greed
and lies and distrust and that is a falsehood if I do say so myself. Please
allow me to explain premise; not everyone who likes both wants both at the same
time or wants to lie to one to have the other. I myself prefer not to mix
sticks and slits; how about you dear heart?”
Bellowing to the
point of almost choking Toni chides, “Now that is a colorful definition if I
ever heard one. Bravo Lyric, bravo! Although Toni’s enjoying Lyric’s antics,
she hopes for an ending in the near future. “Girl you are too funny. We
definitely gotta hang out.”
She said hang, I’m not trying to hang, I
want to date. Let me not push it, we can work out the details later. “Yes,
let’s; see ya later.”
“Cool”, Toni
responds, rolling up her window. I sure
hope Shaun isn’t busy. I have been chatting with this chick when I could’ve
been calling Shaun back – Damn, what if she’s unavailable?
*******
Stay
tuned and find out what happens next, Monday, July 5th 2010. Have a
grand 4th of July weekend; it’s our nation’s birthday! Monday, June 14, 2010
And The Story Goes ... Episode X
Experiencing
another mental tirade over what happened at Kennedy’s a few weeks ago, Sophia
envisages, why oh why do I keep thinking
about her? What a crock! Talk about thinking you know everything—Gabby was
right. I shouldn’t have gone there by myself. Then again nothing happened
really—it was such a waste of time. You’d of thought she called the meeting the
way she dominated the conversation. What was Karen thinking when she
recommended I speak to Kennedy? Okay, okay, technically she didn’t, but she could’ve
warned me when I asked about her. I was trying to help her but she believes
she’s right. How can someone so well versed on the scriptures actually believe
being gay is acceptable to God? Her arrogance was beyond belief; who doesn’t
know that Sodom and Gomorrah was wiped out due to homosexual sins?
I’m sure only Kennedy believes there wasn’t
any mention of God’s feelings towards that when He spoke about the sins of
Sodom and Gomorrah.
She tried to intellectualize everything; you’d think she was a concordance. I’ve never heard anyone say that God was speaking about rape when referring to the sins of that town and the fact that she cited Genesis 19 from which she garnered that revelation was profane. I can’t stand when someone knows a little bit of information and uses it to mislead. I’m trying to save souls, not have an academic debate with a self proclaimed theologian. I refuse to be dissuaded from helping people come to the Lord just because it’s not popular.
She tried to intellectualize everything; you’d think she was a concordance. I’ve never heard anyone say that God was speaking about rape when referring to the sins of that town and the fact that she cited Genesis 19 from which she garnered that revelation was profane. I can’t stand when someone knows a little bit of information and uses it to mislead. I’m trying to save souls, not have an academic debate with a self proclaimed theologian. I refuse to be dissuaded from helping people come to the Lord just because it’s not popular.
I’ve tried to help so many people, even my
cousin Karen and yet I’m alone. I’m the one that’s by myself because I choose
chastity, and purity, and virtue. Well, not alone because I always have Jesus
in my heart but what about having someone in human form for this earthly realm?
This is nothing but warfare; the devil is always trying to battle with me and
he used Kennedy. She was spewing all types of unsupported facts about God’s
view on homosexuality. I guess as sinners we’ll find anything to justify our
sins. I wonder if Gabriel has ever had anyone use the excuses Kennedy gave me.
The nerve of her to challenge the Word of God; it is only by grace that He
saved any of us. How any of us can challenge His power and goodness is
unconscionable. If that wasn’t enough—when I began to raise my voice, God
forgive me, she ignored my fervor and with gall said, “I have nothing but
respect for your passion in your beliefs. Passion is a beautiful thing and I’m
sure you will look beyond our differences. Thank you for stopping by and
sharing your concern for my future Sophia. Is there anything else you’d like to
talk about tonight?” What else was there to say at that point? Clearly her
heart was hard against any truth. I’m glad I left right then. Yeah she played
nice and tried to walk me to my car but I wasn’t having that or anything else
Miss Kennedy was giving! I can only help people that want to be helped … who is
that ringing my phone? Probably a telemarketer, I don’t recognize the ring
tone.
“Sophia Delp,” she
answers.
“Hey Lady Sophie,”
Gabriel replies.
“Gabby?”
“Yup it’s me; I’m
calling from my mother-in-laws house. My cell is charging right now.”
“How is mama?”
Sophia offers sincerely.
“She’s good; I
wanna know how you are. We haven’t had a chance to talk in more than a week and
I didn’t see you at the last meeting.”
Before responding,
Sophia exhales then begins outlining her meeting with Kennedy.
*******
Awaiting the
abatement of Karen’s call, Jennifer calms down after whispering cynical
sentiments about telling Karen that Brad was supposedly David’s college lover.
At least that’s the story the gossiper spun during Homecoming weekend at Berkeley.
Remembering how highly she thought of Karen, Jennifer decides not to share
those specifics. Why share something like
that when there are no facts? It’s bad enough that I had to hear that; I’m not
gonna do that to Karen. I have much more pressing issues to talk to her about.
Rejoining the
room, Karen scares Jennifer, disrupting her thoughts. Almost blurting, Jennifer
announces Dr. Tomell’s findings.
“I have cervical
cancer Karen.”
“Oh honey, I’m so
sorry; are they sure? Is there any chance of error? How can I help?”
“Yes, they’re
sure; my pap came back abnormal so they did another pap and when that came back
the same, they did a biopsy.”
“I can’t even
imagine what you must be going through. Did you know before the accident? Is
this what you don’t want to share with David?”
“I do want to tell
David, it’s just that I don’t want him to think ill of me. I had the biopsy
before the accident and I was going to tell him when I came to the gym that
day, but my mind started playing tricks on me. Next thing I knew, I was in the
ER.”
“Why would he
think something bad of you? You are the victim here; you didn’t ask for
cancer.”
“True; but there’s
something he doesn’t know. Before David and I started dating, I had genital
warts. I had them removed, and they’ve never come back. The problem is I never
told him about it.”
“But that was
before you and he even knew each other. C’mon Jen, David would stand by you and
support you in this.”
“Let me put it
another way; how would you feel if Brad had herpes and never told you about it.
Would you care if it happened before you?”
“There’s no
comparison—you’re comparing apples and oranges.”
“No—both are
incurable.”
“I’m not gonna
debate this with you, the point is, you have cancer and I believe your husband
would want to know and will stand by you. If it’ll help, I’ll come with you to
tell David or I can tell Brad and he’ll tell for sure. You know how close they
are.”
All too well if I believe … never mind.
“That’s nice of you to offer Karen, but no. You’re right, I need to tell him
and I’m going to tonight.”
“Good girl; now
would you like me to call Brad back and tell him you’d like David to come home
now?”
“I’m injured not
helpless.”
“I know but since
they’re together I figure I can kill two birds with one stone; call Brad to meet
me and tell him to have David come home.”
“Where are they?”
“Playing
racquetball; probably putting names to the balls as they hit them,” Karen
suggests snickering a bit but quickly changing her expression to somber
reminded of the conversation being about cancer. “Just sit tight hon, I’m going
to call Brad right now.”
*******
“I
don’t see why you’re not more concerned about why Jen was at the gym.”
“Gosh
you sound paranoid Brad. Why do you keep bringing this up?” David asks wiping
the sweat from his hairline.
“Because
it doesn’t make sense; her explanation for being at your gym is flimsy. I hope
you’re not being naïve again,” Brad declares.
“I’m
naïve because I believe my wife is still unaware of our relationship. If that’s
what it is now; is it still a relationship Brad or are you just pricked by my
marriage?” David sarcastically propositions.
“How
convenient; are we talking about me or you?”
“Explain
that; you’re not married, I am, and it seems to get under your skin even though
you didn’t want to be with me exclusively. You wanted to pretend for other
people remember?”
“Don’t
throw that in my face again; is that always gonna be your response when the
conversations between us turn to you and your wife. We said we were going to
talk about us that day at the gym. I’ve been trying and every time it’s come up
since then, you retreat. Who’s being the coward now? Maybe I did get skittish
back then but what about now? One second.”
“Is that Karen
calling you again? You just talked to her a few minutes ago. Damn that girl;
can you get a moments peace?” David protests right before Brad picks up her
call.
*******
“So you’re
breaking up with me because I didn’t want to see you on the day you asked,
after you refused to go out with me when I suggested we spend some time
together. Aren’t you the selfish one,” Andi fumes.
“Huh?” She got all that from me saying I’d prefer
to just be friends and no longer date Shaun considers.
“Or are you seeing
someone else now? Is that it?”
“No Andi, I’m not
seeing anyone; I just think we’ll fair better as friends that don’t date.”
“Easy for you to
say; you don’t even care about how I might feel about it.”
“I do care how you
feel, but that’s not going to change my mind. Listen sweetheart, I think you’re
a nice girl and I hope nothing I’ve said has hurt you.”
“Whatever Shaun;
you could’ve at least done this in person. So crass of you to do it over the
phone; It’s cool though. I actually agree with you. There were a lot of things
about you I didn’t like.”
“Well then I’m
glad we’re in agreement.”
“Screw you!” Andi
exclaims before ending the call.
Wasn’t that unnecessarily dramatic? Then again,
what should I have expected? That’s the joy of Andi Shaun ponders then
dials Toni’s number.
*******
Stay tuned and find out what happens
next, Monday, June 21st 2010. Make you day beautiful!!
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Monday, June 7, 2010
And The Story Goes ... Episode IX
Not quite five feet, ten inches in height, Kennedy’s legs extend beyond the queen-sized bed as she finds sustenance in Avery’s juices. Her gluts flex as she grinds and slightly pumps the sheets reflecting on the last time she entered Avery. Knowing their time was short today, they opted for strictly oral sensations instead of their usual full contact romp including Trish, the affectionate name given to the harness that houses whatever curved inches Avery wants to receive from Kennedy. Having to curtail their encounter, a thought sporadically appearing in Avery’s mind, initiated the hastening to crescendo. With more time, she’d want Kennedy to explore further but time is of the essence right now.
I bet Vanessa has text me. Hopefully it wasn’t too long ago. I’m gonna have to get off later. I should not have tried to cut it this close; Avery would’ve understood a change in plans. She does not sweat me on my schedule. What the hell was I thinking? Let me not even try to lie to myself – I was thinking about these thick thighs wrapped around my head like a vice. Damn she juicy; that’s right give it all to me Kennedy mulls feeling Avery’s body convulse, jerking and spewing a liquid feast. Oh yea! Now that was worth the trouble I might get in later. Mmm, I wanna put it in your mouth so bad girl, but that’s gonna have to wait till next time. Let me hurry up and get going before I change my mind and start really causing some problems.
“I absolutely cannot picture my husband taking it in the rear. Can you believe I’m saying this? It’s absurd! If I told you the countless thoughts I’ve had about him and another man you’d shoot me. I need to get off of these pain killers; they’re affecting my judgment. Ever since that accident I haven’t been myself. What should I do Karen?” Jennifer questions.
*******
“I absolutely cannot picture my husband taking it in the rear. Can you believe I’m saying this? It’s absurd! If I told you the countless thoughts I’ve had about him and another man you’d shoot me. I need to get off of these pain killers; they’re affecting my judgment. Ever since that accident I haven’t been myself. What should I do Karen?” Jennifer questions.
“Well um okay, I’m a little in shock right now; give me a minute to get my bearings. First you need to try and relax. Like you’ve said, you’ve been taking some pretty strong meds. Did you think David was sleeping with men before your accident?”
“I’m not sure.”
“It’s not a trick question,” Karen chides.
“I never thought anything until his school reunion. One of his old classmates told me about a torrid affair David had with another man. How could he do that to me?”
“Wait, slow down Jennifer—a stranger decides to spin some erotic tale about your husband and your faith in him goes out the window? Who was this person and why should you trust them? What about all of your years with David? Doesn’t he deserve some credit?” Karen defends unable to picture David being any man’s man. Shucks, David is the last person anyone would suspect of taking it; giving it maybe. Nah, not him, somebody’s just messing with Jen’s head. Maybe her doctor should take down some of the milligrams in those pills. I wonder if she’d be just as flabbergasted to find that I’d follow the contour of her tanned body before ever looking at David. I can barely recall all of Brad’s anatomy and I sleep with him. “Have you ever seen anything that made you question whether he was straight?”
“I know, I know but she sounded so convincing, like she knew what she was talking about.”
“Who? Who told you all of this? I’ve never heard even a whimper about David’s sexuality being something other than straight.” Of course I haven’t heard any mention about myself either, so I’m not sure that logic is the catalyst to any real conclusive findings, Karen reasons, awaiting Jennifer’s explanation.
“I can’t remember her name; it’s not like I knew her—I was trying to figure out what brew I wanted when she sauntered over to me.”
“You let a drunken woman put ideas in your head about your man? She probably was tore up Jen.”
“I guess you had to be there. I felt she knew my man better than I did; like I was an outsider in my own relationship. I don’t think about it a lot but I just wonder ya know? Especially now Karen; it keeps gnawing at me.”
“Why now? Is it because of the accident?”
“I wish it were. Do you know that on the day of the crash I was spying on my husband? I was messed up and confused and wanting to tell him about my doctor’s appointment when I started getting suspicious. David is wonderful but sometimes he disappears out the bed or seems to go to the gym kind of early; I used to think nothing but now I just don’t know.”
“What doctor’s appointment? Is something wrong? Are you pregnant? I know y’all were trying. Did you tell David whatever it was?” Karen inspects eager to hear answers.
“No I didn’t tell him about the doctor and I’m glad the hospital didn’t tell him when I was in their ER for my accident,” Jennifer guiltily announces.
“Jennifer, he’s your husband and I’m sure he would want to know. He’d want to support you no matter what your doctor said. Can I help in any way?”
“Yes you can; I’ve been holding this in and that’s not healthy. Dr. Tomell told me I um …” Tear droplets ski the slopes of Jennifer cheeks before she finishes. Trying to prevent an all out cry she keeps softly sniffling, when Karen’s phone rings. Showing Jennifer the display indicating the call is from Brad, she signals the one moment and steps out the room. Taking the time to get herself together, Jennifer grabs some tissue, leans on the granite counter and wipes her face. Sighing loudly, she whispers, “Would you be so consoling if you thought my husband was boffing your man? I doubt it. Maybe you need to hear exactly what was told to me. Maybe you’ve seen something I haven’t. Why should I be the only one carrying all of this? You asked if you could help; how about I give you a scoop of truth. Yeah, I need your help Karen.”
*******
Stay tuned and find out what happens next, Monday, June 14th 2010.
What did the doctor tell Jennifer?
Is Karen going to find out that Brad is the one rumored to have been David’s lover?
Is Kennedy with anyone exclusively?
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